I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

like. She said nothing, but

the cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her. She

crush on a boy, only

feelings and reject her.

as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not

Isabella was tough, she still couldn’t easily resolve

had said those things on purpose

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like an excuse. No one would believe that, let

Seth.

and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t looking.

have nothing

pep talk to herself, Isabella slowly got up from her

rear-view mirror and met

kill to be the

wife… Seth frowned, something stirring

he had witnessed in

explicitly stated Isabella wanted to be

the president’s wife.

five years and tended

me to and never left you. Even if you were an

hard for me not

Seth to stroke

seat.

Isabella tried to guess what he

was the back of his head. She could only rely on

playing hard to get. Sometimes my mind snaps out

her hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going

are

fake, but the last

in it, so it sounded genuine.

after she said the last part

said in the morning. That idiot

want me to hold you back because